Monday, May 11, 2020

IS IT OK TO... ?



IS IT OK TO... ?
This is a question which is asked with frequency by writers who have recently committed to the idea of getting serious with their time and have decided to take it out on a novel. Is it Ok to...?

That's not a comprehensive list, but 90% of he time, the answer is YES. Yes you may. You are a writer, and what you write is your story. You can't write someone else's story. Also, you only have the time in front of you to tell your stories, all of the rest of time has already been spent on other things. So stop wasting what you have with things of no consequence.

Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Remembering Names: Prophecy and Warning


People on the road or on the street [the homeless] understand the value of names, and more precisely, the value of remembered names. Whether by instinct, social education, or through research like myself, there is a knowledge base both Wide and Deep focused on being remembered, for those on the edge of the curb.

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

apocalypse (n.)

Etymology: late 14c., "revelation, disclosure," from Church Latin apocalypsis "revelation," from Greek apokalyptein "uncover, disclose, reveal," from apo "off, away from" (see apo-) + kalyptein "to cover, conceal," from PIE root *kel- (1) "to cover, conceal, save." The Christian end-of-the-world story is part of the revelation in John of Patmos' book "Apokalypsis" (a title rendered into English as pocalipsis c. 1050, "Apocalypse" c. 1230, and "Revelations" by Wyclif c. 1380).

Friday, July 7, 2017

Phrasal Verbing Character Voice

It occurs to me that our age can be deduced by our phrasal verbs. When we are young, it is all up; we run up, grow up, rush up, want to stay up. When we are older it is all down; slow down, hold it down, calm down, I need to lay down.

Author: Glenn Hefley


Monday, January 9, 2017

Grendal's Mother in Beowulf

Until the late 1970s, all scholarship on Grendel's mother and translations of the phrase "aglæc-wif" were influenced by the edition of noted Beowulf scholar Frederick Klaeber. His edition, Beowulf and the Fight at Finnsburg, has been considered a standard in Beowulf scholarship since its first publication in 1922.


Sunday, January 8, 2017

Emotive, Emotion and Feelings

To write is to persuade. To persuade is to make a connection and if you want to motivate then that connection will have to be an emotional connection. If the goal of your persuasion is to keep the reader turning pages, the path is the same.

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Pressing Skies



Everyone is dead.
They don't know.
The silence deafens me.
Cry, something!
Wheels have been set in motion,
and they have their own pace,
to which we are...condemned.
Each move is dictated by
the previous one -
that is the meaning of order.
If we start being arbitrary it'll just be a shambles:
at least, let us hope so.

But after we have passed beyond condemned
What is arbitrary? What is law? Or right?
They move as though nothing has changed.
Up this street, down that street,
watering that lawn, mowing this grass.
We should have been better strangers.
I always thought that of them.
I am Between - inside the wasteland
where the borders of amazement, pain, awe
and disbelief collide.
It smells the same.

Heart needs to stay out
of my personal life
and pump blood.
That's heart's job.
Pump blood.

An anticyclone, perhaps,
that has cleared the skies,
and pressed the ocean to glass
It’s powerful stagnate stoic stance
made the winds run in all directions,
so no one is carried away.
Horse latitudes.

I wave back to Martha,
she's still mad
at what I said,
but first off you can't smell yourself...
never mind. She's dead...
she could get ripe soon.
And there's Joe.
We've always shared
the warm glow of mutual unwelcome.
There must have been a moment
at the beginning,
where we could have said no.
Somehow we missed it,
and fell into the madness

Tangled that weave,
walked that wasteland,
escaped those mind forged manacles.
Then danced in the desert
blowing up the sunshine.
And now I'm here,
watching Joe stop watering, and say
'Why am I dead no more?' as he
fades away invisible,
fluttering north.
Others, a few each hour, ask the same,
or look around certain they used to be there.
It seems to have hit the whole neighborhood.
Well, what doesn't kill me,
should be running by now.




IS IT OK TO... ?

IS IT OK TO... ? This is a question which is asked with frequency by writers who have recently committed to the idea of getting s...